Sinclair gives Jack a somewhat resentful look. "Go on and take care of those turrets, I'll be along."

He heard that, Jack. Luckily his ego is not constructed atop his muscularity, but the concern in Jack's voice delivers a minor blow to it all the same. He doesn't prefer to be defenseless in any sort of irreversible situations, and the least that could happen right now is for Jack not to notice the severity of it.